"Bang Bang!"
Two muffled sounds of collision resounded almost at the same time.
"Kacha!"
A basketball-sized fist mark appeared on Sha Mingxuan's chest, and with the sound of his sternum breaking, his three-meter-tall body was sent flying, smashing through the walls of the palace.
"Bang!"
Su Jie was not having a good time either. Even though he had used the mystic turtle water mirror to reduce the force, he was still sent flying more than 100 feet away from the ground by Sha Mingxuan's violent palm strike before he could stop his retreat. His qi and blood were in turmoil, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The spot where he had been struck by the palm had a faint golden glow, and a sinister force was about to spread through his entire body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Are you alright, little friend Tang?"
Gan yang shouted. At the same time, he was overjoyed. Could it be that su Jie had won?
"Run!"
